凝望鲜红的党旗，镰锤在眼中闪光，号角在耳畔吹响，惊涛在胸中呼啸，八万里风暴一齐在心中卷起狂飚，九千个雷霆共同在苍穹震响！党旗，象鲜红的朝霞，象跳动的火焰，红彤彤的旗面浸染着烈士的鲜血：交叉的镰刀锤头革命的象征，进军的召唤！党旗，在我的心里，您是丰碑，您是 Staring at the bright red flag, Sickle hammer in the eyes of the flash, the horn sounded in my ears, shocking in the chest whistling, together in the hearts of eighty thousand storm roll mad Biao, nine thousand thunder together in the sky! Party flags, like bright red glow, like a beating flame, the red glowing flag dip the blood of martyrs: a cross sickle hammer symbol of revolution, into the call! Party flag, in my heart, you are a monument, you are